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The Drunken Antics of Anonymous Strangers

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This morning I found a strip of negatives, bent in half and trod-on in the rain, lying on the stairs to the Burrard Skytrain station.



The always-amusing, never-gets-old, tried-and-true, "straws up the nose" routine.



The inevitable "Ish lurvs sheesh guy!" stage, replete with the "Howsh dish ting worr?" thumb in the photo.



All's well that ends well.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/736025.html